I am pear shaped. I accept it. I own it. I recognize it. It's who I am.
I am hyper aware of my weight battle. After 40 years, if I didn't know I had issues, than I'm an idiot. The only time I might have been an idiot was that one summer when I gained 70 lbs in Alaska and ended the three month stint weighing a whopping 210 lbs. That summer I might have been a little oblivious.
If you forget that one summer, I really do get it. I'm not that person who after gaining five pounds declares "I just don't know how that happened." I know what happens. For example, in college, I drank beer. Beer = weight gain. Make sense. Example #2: When I was pregnant, I gained weight because the parasite needed food. Even if I didn't like the changes that were happening to my body, I knew why they were happening. Truthfully, for nine months, there was freedom and I let myself eat whatever that little parasite wanted.
But turning 40 has wrecked havoc on my metabolism and I'll be damned if I know how to fix it.
Someone has snatched MY body and left me with a 40 year old saggy, doughy, icky body. Some shizz is happening and I don't like it! The pear shaped body, that I recognize and know as my own, is slowly moving to an apple shape.
I told you...shizz is happening and I don't like it!
The kicker is I can't figure out WHY it is happening. I watch what I eat. I exercise. I drink plenty of water, eat a salad for lunch and dinner (with appropriate protein balance), and don't overindulge in sugars. So, I'm not being an oblivious idiot. I just can't figure out the why.
I may not have always like my body but at least it was mine. This new one? I haven't a clue what to do with it. I'm not a big fan.
I read that your 40's can be some of the best years.
I suppose that is true...if you don't mind looking like an apple.